I’m still buried inside her, thick and throbbing, holding her up against this glass, and all I can think about is how good her little pussy feels clenched around my cock.
My jaw’s locked and my pulse is hammering in my neck. I can feel sweat dripping down my spine and I still want more. I want to fuck her through the glass. I want to drag her out onto that balcony, and show the entire world who she belongs to.
Make them all see. Make them watch. But I won’t. Because if anyone else sees her like this—I’ll fucking kill them.
My grip tightens around her waist as she twitches again, still coming down, still lost in it. My cock kicks inside her.
I haven’t moved in a full minute while she pulses around me and I’m still so fucking hard it hurts. My forehead drops to the back of her shoulder.
I press a kiss to her skin, to the curve of her spine, tasting sweat and sex and something so much sweeter.
She sighs, and I feel the slow return of her mind. The flutter in her muscles.
Yeah. There she is.
“Still with me?” I murmur against her skin, voice cracked and low.
She nods, barely.
Good. Because I’m not done. Not even close.
I pull out slow and she whimpers. My cock slides free, dripping, and angry. It twitches in the open air, pissed off I didn’t finish inside her.
Not yet.
She’s trembling in my hold, her skin flushed and glowing.
“Get down,” I whisper.
She looks over her shoulder, dazed.
“I want you on your knees,” I clarify, turning her to face me.
She stumbles, eyeing me with suspicion, but obeys.
Good fucking girl.
I guide her down gently with my palms on her hips. She sinks onto her knees in front of me, the city still flashing behind her.
I take a step forward and her eyes drop to my hard cock.
Her mouth opens and her pink tongue slips out to wet her bottom lip.
God. Fucking. Damn.
I bring one hand to her cheek, stroking my thumb along her jaw and tilting her face up. “I’ve been wanting to see that makeup run down your face all night,” I murmur.
My thumb grazes under her eye. Mascara is already starting to bleed at the corners.
She blinks like she doesn’t understand—innocent and confused while my cock throbs in her face.
I step forward, bringing it closer to her. She watches it with silent fascination, scanning all of it, glistening with her come.
“You ever had a cock down your throat?”
Her light eyes widen, gorgeous and round, and I see that dirty little spark of excitement.
“No,” she whispers, shaking her head slowly.
